Double Drabble: Property Damage
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Title: Property Damage
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badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 605: Bend / Bent at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack is in trouble with Ianto. Again.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto stormed up to Jack’s office with a face like thunder, clutching something in one hand. “Jack?”
“Ianto?” Jack looked up from his game of solitaire, an innocent and mildly questioning expression on his face. “Can I help you with something?”
Slapping the item he’d brought with him onto the desk in front of Jack, Ianto glared down at his lover, hands on his hips. “I want an explanation.”
“Uh… It’s a ruler.”
“And?”
“Um, it’s metal?” Jack looked up at Ianto, a hopeful little smile beginning to form. “Right?”
“It’s BENT, Jack! It’s supposed to be nice and flat and straight so I can draw neat lines with it. What it is NOT supposed to be is all wiggly!”
Jack looked back at the ruler, one end of which curled upwards while the other end was bent down. “It’s not that bad. Can’t you just… squash it flat again?”
“It was completely flat last time I saw it. Then it disappeared and when I found it again…” Ianto gestured at the ruler. “Wiggly! What did you do to my ruler?”
“Um, I needed to open a crate from Archie…”
“My ruler isn’t a crowbar! You’re paying for a replacement!”
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 605: Bend / Bent at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack is in trouble with Ianto. Again.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Ianto stormed up to Jack’s office with a face like thunder, clutching something in one hand. “Jack?”
“Ianto?” Jack looked up from his game of solitaire, an innocent and mildly questioning expression on his face. “Can I help you with something?”
Slapping the item he’d brought with him onto the desk in front of Jack, Ianto glared down at his lover, hands on his hips. “I want an explanation.”
“Uh… It’s a ruler.”
“And?”
“Um, it’s metal?” Jack looked up at Ianto, a hopeful little smile beginning to form. “Right?”
“It’s BENT, Jack! It’s supposed to be nice and flat and straight so I can draw neat lines with it. What it is NOT supposed to be is all wiggly!”
Jack looked back at the ruler, one end of which curled upwards while the other end was bent down. “It’s not that bad. Can’t you just… squash it flat again?”
“It was completely flat last time I saw it. Then it disappeared and when I found it again…” Ianto gestured at the ruler. “Wiggly! What did you do to my ruler?”
“Um, I needed to open a crate from Archie…”
“My ruler isn’t a crowbar! You’re paying for a replacement!”
The End
